Ben Jonson
Ben Jonson
(11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637 / London / England)
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Ix: Song: To Celia - Poem by Ben Jonson
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not look for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
Doth aske a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did'st onely breathe,
And sent'st it back to mee:
Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare,
Not of it selfe, but thee.
Poems by Ben Jonson : 35 / 105
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010
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